Athos would do his best to not worry Aramis again, to not let him be concerned with his doubt, his worry, his fretting. He smiled one of his strange little smiles, a more unnatural expression than anything on his young features, at the kiss.
"I love you," Slight shame was in his voice, not over the words but over his behaviour. He should not have allowed himself to get so effected by Aramis' actions, his playful words. But he had. He would make it up to the man some way. Eventually.
He stepped away from Aramis to began walking along the crop again, fingers trailing along the grapes as Lizzy bonded along at his feet, nipping at his pants lightly, "What are your plans for the evening, Aramis?" He wanted the attention away from him, so Aramis might be at ease. Athos did not need the man to think on his dark thoughts when Athos already was.